» Unreasonable Cruelty

We showed him Narnia. Sort of.
A bunch of years ago when I was a teenager, I had stayed the night with a couple of friends. The guy whose home we had invaded with our funny-smelling mid-adolescent angst happened to have three younger brothers, two of whom were well behaved kids who we could get along with.. The middle one, however, was a sniggling little goblin. Their mother was going to take us all for their regular grocery shopping, as she needed the help of we strapping young lads to do the heavy lifting and with dad at work the young ones had to come along too. The other two got dressed right quick; The middle one threw off his shirt, dropped his pants down about his ankles and ran around screaming like a manic chimp. I knew what had to be done. I scooped the little bastard up and passed him to friend No. 2, who dragged him to the top of the short staircase and stuffed him upside down into a clothes hamper. He had me hand him the roll of plumbing tape from the counter, and we sealed it closed. Then from the back of the room came Big Brother with a full-on head of steam, punting our dastardly sarcophagus off the landing and down the 5 steps into the living room, thus securing our first class tickets to hell.
(Mon 22nd Jul 2013, 18:26, More)